Bumping this thread because i am free to do so.
Thanks for the bump. I don't know how I missed the thread previously.
I had several uncles who served in WWII and have met a couple of German military veterans.
One uncle (I can see his old haversack from where I type) was injured but came back with some funny stories.
He was a mechanic who went ashore on D-Day to keep the vehicles running. As the war progressed he moved forward with the troops. He liked to collect souvenirs (Technically it was looting) and would wander into bombed out houses when he thought it was safe but he wasn't supposed to be there. One day he walked into a back yard and there were dozen German soldiers wanting to surrender. He told them to surrender to someone else and took off. I wonder if it piss** them off that they were not only losing but weren't even wanted as prisoners.
In the latter stages of the war the big motorcycles were more popular, Harleys, Indians,
Triumphs etc but earlier on the light bikes, Famous James etc were better because if you had to ditch one to avoid gunfire you could pull it out by yourself.
He said that the Luger pistols were prized finds but the officers would smash their excellent field glasses on a rock before handing them over.
I met a German ex-soldiers who recalled in the later days of the war being in the trenches with 12 year old boys crying for their mothers.
I also me an ex Luftwaffe pilot who became a Canadian and was a really decent guy. It makes one think on how the brain washing worked.
My father-in-law was a Ukrainian who was conscripted by the Russians, captured by the Germans and spent a lot of the war in POW and labour camps. He had a bent finger from when, during "questioning", it was put in the hinge line of a door and the door closed.
Then came the displaced peoples camps before coming to Canada. Like most immigrants he worked hard and prospered.
The war movies show the violence but I don't think there is any way of conveying the numbing fears of the seemingly never ending days of fear, horrors and suffering.
Time for silence.